"WITHOUT"

Home:

It’s a royal decorated villa

High official chamber of the governor

A temple of dedication and charity

Sole place for the composers

Prettiest living paradise of a poet

None is absence within that

Just beside the Indian Ocean

Melodious songs and romantic poems

Are in every loop and corner

Like a heaven palace

Without you-

My villa is a haunted house.

Me:

I’m the bridge of humanity

In between the war and peace

In between the tears and smile

A long and unbreakable bridge

Built up by the strong rocks of promises

Sometimes over the sea and ocean

Sometimes sky and earth

Bridge of dark and light

Without you-

I’m just a destiny less brook of blood.

Living and dancing in Shangri-La

Chatting and singing with the birds

Playing hide and seek with shadows of love

The roses are on the bed

Stars are twinkling inside abode

The moon shines evermore on the roof

Without you-

My territory is a painted landscape.

A handsome look that follows to a manly limbs

That charms than a naughty lamb

Arms are stronger than elephants

Chest is spreading like the mountain

Walked and can walk across the countries

Not even whispering

I’m tired, I’m hungry and I’m thirsty

Without you-

I’m just a hollow snail of a wild beach

No tender trees of hopes

No golden clouds and parrot’s songs

There would be mistaken creatures

Of ever death cells of my function-less heart

You left terribly where I started

No one occupies my sight

Everybody would follow me

Because there is none in front

I lost when I found me

I do not try more to seek

Where you left

Where we met.

Without you-

The pains are no more pain

The poems are no more a poetry

The days are sounded like a world war

And

I have blown myself

Where you never walk

With no heart beats

No words are born again.

Without you-

No words are born again.

No words are born again.

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-Kenebo

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"HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY"

 Thousands of worse shadows on my face

Few uncured diseases are in my heart

I ran away from the morning and sunshine

Being so ugly I’m today Mama.

Let it be broken down the mirror

Don’t have a wish to look myself.

Where there you as my soothing star

Where there you as my soul giver

Life is what that I found from you

I’m so handsome always for you

I’m a little kid to you yet Mama.

I smile following to your smile

Still I sleep on your lap

And I will awake before life’s eve

To give you an endless love

To guide you with our strong hands

Forever and lifelong

We wish you Mama

We love you Mama…

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“UNENDING LETTER”

Engrave me a letter after here from there

If you find an undying home

Postman might arrive near an unlock door

Or towards a new gateway of the village

All and sundry might be forgotten my name and dynasty

Though all the villagers would recognize your name

Propel to your own name followed by my address-

Did I put creepy stories on your fresh life?

Had you ever found shadow of tears in between the stories

Could you been to yesteryears of those miracle days?

Sympathetically do not construct even a word

During the sunshine and smile-

You would have endless impulsive words

During the august rain and midnights

Might be during your sunup mirror-

How long you’ll take to inscribe that letter,

How many years would take to complete it?

A happiest life with one daughter and two sons

Or an incomparable good husband with colorful stories?

Tell me not but, compassionately engrave to me-

Were we in the offing for the next spring?

And never seems a long day today.

Was there a spring before I reached there?

Rode a horse by me everyday in a soldier attire,

Turned around at ever seen places

By the window side of queen’s residence

To let me wet in the autumn’s rain

Until your eyes become mine-

Deadlock and dilemma are not be yours

Those old roads would be smooth like sooner than

The alike stars, moon and sun be brighten above the patio

Don’t forget to look after the litter

Playing far in a narrow street

Go gather them, no word comes to you

That’s a day, sunny day of a mother, of a house wife.

Find out an ancient pen, would be found inside your old suitcase

With dried petals of boundless roses of the past green ages

Are you able to feel immeasurable nostalgic among the old stuffs?

Mark down each moments without edgy and compunction

Be kindheartedly follow the story-

Old pictures, old hand written letters, old gifted dresses

Everything you had kept I know since the first day-

Lettering for whom so long never endingly

Probing for what inside old belongings and briefcases

You staring so impatiently on my elderly images

And shading tears as looking on ear rings of thirties

Why are you reading my aged diary pages?

I could hear on an adore and deplorable tone

That’s reply-

Force me not to complete this heaviest letter

Still I on arms of my devil protector

Pen will go on till I stop blinking my eyes

Yet my face could hide on this bare chest of yours

Don’t let me split I from you by a perfect letter

I will not desirous for the final sign of my name.

It would be an unending letter as I beat in you…

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“SARIGI MACHUSING AMASUNG EI”

ekaikhumnajri nafamda

akibaga bebharga loinana!

haidokpiganuko eigi waheisingdo, kanadasu

eina nangbu tasengna fajei haibado!

thabalda ngaokhi eina ,

chingda, leida, upalsingda, nupisingda;

ngasidi natte madugi waridusu

sarigee machusing:

eibu yenghanningkhi, eibu ngaohanbikhi

yengningdunata leiningjabani nangtabu;

nanggi sareegi machusingtabu

sandhyagee amasung  numidanggee matamda

tube light ki musinaba mangalda

eina adombu ui

machu machu singgi sarising settuna

eikhoibu karigumba khara lamjingbiraba

nongmaijing nattaba numitsingda

ningthoukabadei thangja faobada

manam khwaidagee nungsiba leigum

athengba ahinggee thabalgum

adomgi sarisingduna

wari amadi liri efamda

khangde ateidasu liridara haidudi…

chandan machugi sari setlakhiba numittuda

mandirda chatluraga hallakliba

senglabi hindu nupi amagum

eina ukhi yamna ching lemladuna

adubu natte:

church ta khaktamak chatlamgani nahakti…

hangninglibani wahang amakhak eigi emada

karigino eigidi eche amafao leihanbiramdriba

uramgani eina makhoina sari setchaba

nanggumna ching lemna ningthiraduna

leiramdrabana ujaba fangdredo einadi madusu…

yathang ado pinabirabadi

hanna hanna haihanbiyu efamda

eina nangbu fajei haibase

nanggi machu machusinggee sarisingduga loinana.

punsirabadi eina numit 1095 ni

ujaba fanggani nangbu numit khudinggi

nongmaijing nattaba numitsingda

anou anouba nanggi sari singa loinanana,

adubu khangde loisallakpagum touriba

mami saminariba punsi khongchatsinadi…

leiteng amata yaodraduna

supnagi sari adutabu cheksinna setladuna

numit khudinggi nangna fajadunata leiri,

leina amata choithoktriba likla chotliba

wakchinggi ayukki angangba gulapkum:

amukti ukhi eina

mahendi yekkhiba nanggi khubamnungda

anirak sunadi ukhidre einasu…

karigumbada leishabi machasingi fijol ado setladuna nangna

yamna noktuna wari saba ui ei leitaba maikeida

marupkumna wari sannajaningkhi nahakka

natoududa angang oiraklabagum

adubu ei sakhide:

maramdi eina ningsingdunata lei

kanano ei amasung kadaidano ei

haiba wahangsingdo kaothoklude nongmatasu ei…

nongjuthagee nongjusu, ningthamgi sandhyasu,

kalengi ahingsu, chahi houbagi numitsu,

saratki ritusu, basanta ritugi khongchatsu

purnima amasung thasisu:

hanna hanna lakkhini makhoidi

makhoigi matamna yourakpada…

houjinkhraba loisallaklaba eigi chahi ahumgi numitsingdi

makhoigumna hanjin hanjin laklaroiko keidounungdasu…

aroibana eibusu ngairamgani,

wari asisu loikhragani,

meetyeng asisu mangkhragani:

anouba sarigi machusingsu nahakki

ningsingbatamak thamlamlaga efamda

sandhyagumna mamsinkhragani nongmadi

numit 1095 na loikhiba numittuda…

amuba machutabu khoidajaba eina

ngairi numit amadi

amuba machugi sari setlakpa nahakna…

amukkasu haijari nafamda

akibaga bebharga loinana!

haidokpiganuko eigi waheisingdo, kanadasu

eina nangbu tasengna fajei haibado!

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"THE COLORS OF THE SARI AND I"

I respect thee

With fear and honor!

Please don’t tell my words to anyone

Which I genuinely said you are beautiful!

Passionate was I in the moonlit night,

In the hills, flowers, trees, in women;

Today it is not that story

The colors of the Sari:

Makes me to stare, mesmerized me

For all time I want to set my eyes on thee

Thy colors of Sari

I saw thee in the dim tube light

During the night and in the twilight

Adorned with different colors of Sari

As we were guided a little

Not on Sunday but on other days

Like the most scented flowers

 From Monday to Saturday

Like thabal of late night (moonlight)

Your sari

Tells me a story

Don’t know whether you narrate it to others...

The day you were embellished with chandan color Sari

Coming from the temple

Like a pious Hindu lady

I saw you quite decent

But no:

You must have gone to the Church

I would like to ask a question to my mother

For why there is not a sister for me

I would have seen them wearing the sari

Like you quite modest and fairy

As there was none I am not able to see anyone...

If you have given me the assent

Let me to utter repeatedly

Which I said your are beautiful

Along with thy colors of sari

I could have seen you everyday

If I were able to live 1095 days

Not on Sunday but on other days

With new sari of yours

But don’t know for this concluding

Shadowy life’s journey...

Without any ornamentation

Every day you were looking fairy

Adorned cautiously only with that sari

Like the red rose petals that had not fallen ever

 Of early winter morning

Wet with the dew drops

Once I’ve seen

Painted with mahendi on thy palm

But never seen twice...

At times you dressed up with attires of little girls

 And I saw you talking and laughing

On the side where I was not there

I wanted to chat with you like a friend

In a manner which I feel like a child

But I didn’t say:

Because I always remember

Who am I and where I am

 I never forget such questions...

Rain of the rainy season, twilight of the winter,

Night of the summer, the day of the New Year,

The season of autumn, the journey of spring season

Full moon and new moon:

Repeatedly they will come

When their turn comes...

My past and passing days of three years

Won’t come again and again like theirs...

End await for me,

This story also will come to an end

This stare also will perish:

Thy new colors of sari too

Left only with remembrance on me

Like twilight it will become darker one day

The day 1095 days end...

I who is fond of black color

Await the day

You adorn with black color sari

Again I plea to thee

With fear and honor

Please don’t tell my words to anyone

Which I genuinely said you are beautiful!

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Translated by : Amarjit Tongbram 
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